Description
They are a perfectly normal family. He works in the City and confidently juggles millions of pounds on the foreign markets. She took a bit of adjusting to the o empty house. once their son and daughter left the nest, but p about goes her day to day domestic activities with the grace and efficiency he is so proud of.
He plays golf on Saturday mornings and for the rest of the weekend they usually read the papers, lunch in nearby restaurants and maybe go to the opera on a Saturday night. They're like a lot of other married couples . . .
But then something happens which makes their marriage resemble no other. She doesn't come home one night. Two, weeks later he is standing in a cold room identifying her, lifeless, bruised face.
But his grief is soon mixed with a bitter sense of betrayal. She was found in a flat in Baker Street. A flat she paid cash for each month. A flat from where she 'entertained' men for profit. A flat from where she conducted her secret life.
His life has fallen apart. How can it get worse? But it does get worse. Much worse . . . .
